in which fangirls grow up and Jensen Ackles is a homewrecker even from afar
I eagerly await the next generation’s coming of age, because people will stop asking me if my parents hated me when I say my name is Jensen.
I can’t believe she managed to get that name past her husband without him realising it.
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3:07 am • 16 December 2013 • 51,832 notes
OH WELL FUCK I MEAN IF THEY TASTE SLIGHTLY LIKE FUCKING WALNUTS THEN WHATS THE FUCKING POINT OF TIME CONTROL
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3:05 am • 16 December 2013 • 203,067 notes
Anonymous asked: What's the pacer test? D:
The pacer is a test in gym class/PE that brings a shiver of despair down the spine of any unfortunate soul who has gone through it before. And it’s usually done at least once a year.
Students line up on one side of the gym, eyeing nervously the painted line before the opposite wall that will decide their fate. The teacher hits play on the stereo and a cheery woman’s voice echoes through the gymnasium. fuck that woman’s happy demeanor. She explains the rules as the kids wait anxiously. Get to the other line before the beep plays. Simple enough, right?
"Ready? Begin!" she calls, and the gut wrenching ‘beep!’ plays after.
The kids awkwardly half jog to the other line, with about 3 or 4 seconds before the next beep. Each time the horrendous noise plays they run back and forth to the lines. “Level one, complete” she says, as to pat you on the back for what little victory you’ve achieved.
Not bad, the kids think. But then comes level 2. level 3. With each interval the time between the beeps shorten, and you’re running as fast as you can to the other line. Your foot hits it, you pivot, the beep plays, youre running again. Your lungs burn, your throat is sore, your heart is on the verge of an attack. No rest. No mercy.
A girl is the first to crawl over to the instructor, defeated. Seeing one has fallen, other students begin to follow since “at least theyre not the first ones out”. Clutching their chests they bail out of the test. One girls crying. You can’t tell if the boy on the gym floor is alive or not. Three kids left for the water fountain and still havent made it back.
And then, the fallen sit there, watching the myths, the legends, the kids who have made it past 100 laps. 120. 150. When they finally collapse a cheer erupts from the students. Theyre legends.
But the excitement only lasts for so long as the next round of nervous kids line up, who opted to go in the second wave and prolong their torture. The womans voice kicks back up. The beep plays. The cycle continues.
3:00 am • 16 December 2013 • 60,227 notes
this little fucker was my obession
We had happy bunny everywhere
This bunny made me the asshole I am today.
11:53 pm • 15 December 2013 • 25,357 notes
sometimes i think i might be bi but then
i’d rather climb a mountain than go in a cave, you feel me
‘cause you can see everything on a mountain but you never know what’s lurking in a cave
are you implying that any given vagina may or may not contain a bear
11:52 pm • 15 December 2013 • 47,250 notes
this is so fucked up
For the love of god
I’m more fascinated by our lungs in general, they’re like shopping bags made out of meat in our chests
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11:52 pm • 15 December 2013 • 50,571 notes
fr iend!! !!!
im coming friend
im here i love u
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11:51 pm • 15 December 2013 • 365,915 notes
surprised that i still havent seen a social blogger complaining about a white dragon being stronger than a black one
#blue eyes white privilege
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11:51 pm • 15 December 2013 • 47,543 notes